Small magnets at the base

of the shower curtain have disappeared

over the last year; as the hot water

pounds down, the curtain billows up.

Mostly a minor nuisance, except

for yesterday, when it slid up

against my slick body and I

stepped into the curtain,

instead of pushing it away —

stepped into it and was enveloped

within it. Thin wet plastic

held me like a ghost of a caress;

imagined skin, against my loneliness.


January 17, 2001